like last call, tomorrow
waiting, in silence
I finish my book
2 am, you stagger, smiling
I drive, stone sober
Sunday Times crosswords
not enough to build a life
nothing is enough, ever
The liquor, smooth sweet smoke
over ice, slides from your mouth
into mine, I shiver, afraid
I reject the call
your photo blinks off the screen
last call, now silence
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